Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-09-18

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The news would tranform tile scene.
The drawbridge leading on TO the quay
was at last reached and crossed, and
Pauline once more stood in the midst of
the active crowd of workers. She
glanced about in search of her friend
Marcel, the powerful sailor whom she
had left in the act of hauling heavy
baskets Of fish at the head of the ladder.
He was no longer standing at his post.
The girl FASTENED toward the cafe.
She found him seated there with a petit
verre at his side. He looked up inquir-
ingly as she entered.
Save him, MARCEL" cried Pauline,
clasping her hands. Save him.
Marcel stared, as though doubling
Pauline's saneness.
The Lionne is trying to enter the
harbor," explained the girl; ''she will be
dashed to pieces against the jetty. There
is not amoment to lose. Save Fernando
Marcel sprang to his feet. The cafe
was crowded.
'.To the rescue!'' he exclaimed.
Every one to a mar uttered a cheer,
and followed Marcel out upon the quay.
The new which Pauline had brought
spread like wildfire. The excitement in
the harbor became general. The sailors
on board the fishing smacks left their
work and went with Marcel in a hurry
ing crowd toward the jetty. Pauline
Delille was among the foremost.
The ietty was long and narrow, and
curved gradually out to sea. At the ex-
IRENE end, or entrance to the harbor, a
bright red lamp was burning stead
lily. Toward this red lamp the crowd
advanced, against the wind, which blew
in their faces with such sudden and pow
erful gusts that it was difficult TO make
much Roadway. Every wave that broke
against the jetty covered these brave
people with a singing shower Of spray.
Marcel was the first TO reach the jetty
head, and Pauline was still close beside
him. Looking seward with a sailors
keen eye, Marcel perceived a faint light
rising and falling among the waves. He
pointed it out TO the girl.
That's the Lionne," said he; ''she is
steering up against the tide. We are
not here a moment too soon."
He then turned to the men and gave
his instructions in a loud, commanding
voice. Everything was quickly got in
readiness to render aid 10 the distressed
vessel. Ropes were hauled forward and
attached, and every man was
speedily stationed at his post prepared for
action.
Pauline Delille leaned eagerly over the
low wall of the ietty. She watched the
light on board the Lionne as il rose and
fell. and was sometimes hidden entirely
behind high raves Slowly il APP
preached nearer and nearer toward the
narrow entrance TO the harbor. She
knew that the slightest m~iscalculation.
or the least mishap to the rudder. and the
boat would lie dashed 10 pieces against
the projecting masonry. Those few mo-
ments of suspense seemed to her like a
lifetime; her agony wa terrible when she
reflected that they might be her lovers
last moments on Garth. The sunny DAYS
had passed together in their native
and the plans they had formed
for the future, rose up in her mind only
to increase the sense of bewilderment and
despair. And yet she lost no confidence
in Fernand; no pilot could guide n boat
with greater skill.
Closer and closer came the light towards
harbor, and at some moments so COM
lost among the waves that Pauline
was seized with the overwhelming fear
that the Lionne had sunk never to rise
again. But presently a hugh wave leap
high brought the fishing smack, with
q sudden rush and a loud roar. into the
narrow opening where the lamps on each
side Of the jetty glimmered down upon
broken sail, a number Of fishermen
10 the spars, and the stout
hearted Fernand Demarre still stationed
At the helm.
But the great wave upon which the
Lionne was lifted into port had scarcely
subsidized when another wave leapt after
it, and sweeping forward struck the
bow of the boat with such force
that Fernand lost his balance. and was
flung overheard before PGuline's eyes.
A cry Of horror rose from the crowd. but
it was quickly silenced: for Marcel, the
muscular fisherman. had sprung upon
the wall Of the ietty, with a rope bound
round his waist. In another moment he
had been lowered into the sea.
A minute of terrible suspense followed;
Marcel and Pauline's brave lover were
half hidden by the surf, at
the very entrance to the harbor. A sin
gle wave might, without warning, dash
both men against a wall Of the ietty and
deprive them of life. But the men were
both excellent swimmers, and well knew
their danger, and meanwhile they were
carried farther into the harbor out
Of the toughest sea. Fernand had now
got heal enough TO his friend Marcel TO
seize an end of the rope; and they could
keep themselves afloat while swimming
side by side. At the same time a large
boat from the harbor, rowed by two
fishermen, was making toward them;
every stroke Of their oars was watched
by Pauline with a mingled sense of hope
fulness and dread. Could, she thought,
such an unequal contest be much longer
The struggle was enough to
exhaust the best Of swimmers. But the
boat reached them at last, though none
too soon; for the two men, when lifted
into the boat, were more dead than alive
with cold and fatigue. They were taken,
amid great excitement upon the quay,
into the inner harbor; and the first face
which Fernand Demarre caught sight of,
as he was carried up the steps ON to the
quay. was his sweetheart's-tle face Of
Pauline.
As long as she lived Pauline never for
got that night. In after years, when
seated with her children round the fire,
she would recount to them how their
father uyaa oouoht In thor Storm and how